Mermaid Waves
Creaky are my youthful bones,
my tunes are like a sailor’s tones.
You want a siren? Never mind—!
—unless you mean the wailing kind.
Yet mornings that these strands recall
the rippling river, the waterfall,
I’d flirt with any passing breeze.
Just ask my brush! It knows a tease.
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What a charming little poem! That last line is just perfect!
Sweet! I also love this last line. Lovely play on words!
Clever!
Fun and brilliant! I lovre “You want a siren? Never mind—!/—unless you mean the wailing kind.”